Its leather companion was then placed beside it, the hat-case crowning the whole.
Mike's voice was now heard in the narrow front hall.

"How fur is it up, mum?
Oh, another flight! Begorra, it's as dark as a coal-hole and about as dirty!" This was followed by: "Oh, is that you, sor?
How many pieces have you ?" "Only two, Mike; and the mackintosh and hat-case," answered Felix, who had watched him stumbling up the stairs until his red face was level with the landing.

"By the way, mind you don't lose the rubber coat, for, although I never wear an overcoat, this comes in well when it rains." "I'll never take me eyes off it.

I bet ye niver bought that down on the Bowery from a Johnny-hand-me-down!" "And, Mike!" "Yes, sor ?" "Will you please say to Mrs.Cleary that I may not be in to-night before eleven o'clock ?" "Eleven! Why that's the shank o' the evenin' for her, sor.

If it was twelve, or after, she'd be up." Then he bent forward and whispered: "I should think ye would be glad, sor, to get out of this rookery." Felix nodded in assent, waited until the leather trunk had been dumped into the wagon, watched Mike remount the stairs until he had reached his landing, helped him to load up the balance of his luggage--the tin box on one shoulder, the coat over the other, the hat-case in the free hand--and then walked back to his empty room.